Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

CELINE: "Celine, you have to take your sister's place tomorrow," my father, Mr. Morris Mason, said to me as he rushed into my room with my mother. "Dad, I don't understand. Why do I have to take Clara's place tomorrow? Where is she?" I asked. I knew Clara had gone to her bridal shower. How could she just flee on the eve of her wedding? "Something came up, according to Clara, and she had to take care of it," my father said. I sighed. I stood in my bedroom. I hadn't attended the extravagant bridal shower of my twin sister, Clara Mason. Clara and I were identical twin sisters. We were both twenty-five years old. I knew many of Clara's friends said I was jealous of my twin sister because she was getting married before me. But that was not the truth. I was in a relationship with Martin Enzo, a construction worker. Martin wasn't the type of groom my father wanted, so he rejected him. Everyone was proud of my twin sister. She was the apple of everyone's eyes, even our older brother, Luca. But I was the opposite. I owned a bakery shop in this part of the city. I pleaded with my parents last month to allow me to marry Martin. My father plainly refused and said only a rich man could marry me. Despite my pleas, my parents refused to let me get married and chased Martin and his uncles away after they came for my hand in marriage. Because of this incident, I refused to attend my sister's engagement party or her bridal shower. Now she had disappeared and wanted me to take her place on her wedding day. "How can Clara just disappear without explaining her reason to her manager that she is getting married to a wealthy man, the groom you all wanted?" I asked my father, who stood in my doorway with my mother. My father had dark skin, while my mother was fair like me and my twin sister. We were her exact replicas. "Celine, I know you are finding this hard to believe. But Clara said she had worked so hard to be among those selected for the Stars Award, and she cannot miss the modeling shoot. Please, you are her twin sister, and Jace Augustus will never find out," my mother begged me. I looked at her face in horror. "Mom, I cannot do it. You and Father need to order Clara to come back right now. Where's my phone?" I moved back, picked up my phone, and contacted my sister. She owed me an explanation for this sudden disappearance. How could she expect me to stand in for her on her wedding day? Was she crazy? I had already stood in for Clara, and many people wouldn't know I was not her. The worst part: her fans visited my shop, took photos of me, and tagged me as Clara. But I was not my sister. Dammit. "Clara!" My angry voice boomed over the phone as soon as she answered. "Hey, Celine. I am sorry I took so long to call you. Please, can you stand in for me tomorrow? Please, please, sister," Clara begged me in her sweet, seductive voice that rendered me speechless. I was ready to do anything for this crazy sister of mine, just to make her happy and achieve her dream as a top model. "Clara, I don't think I can do this. How do you expect me to stand in for you? Wait, during the wedding, the priest will ask you to exchange vows and kiss. How can you trade your wedding day for business?" I couldn't understand my sister, so I needed an explanation. "Celine, I wish I could explain this to you, but my phone battery will soon run down. Please, after this one, I won't ask you to stand in for me again. Please, please," Clara begged me once more, rendering me speechless. "Are you saying I should kiss your groom? What if he finds out I am not you? You know I am not as talkative as you. And I am not that close to him. Did you already tell him I am not you?" I asked, wanting better clarification. I knew Jace and I weren't close. I knew Jace was my sister's fiancé. He showed her off to his friends and other politicians. My sister was a very popular person with more than ten million followers online. "No, Celine. Please, do not tell Jace I am not you. You have to act as me and pretend you are me. You know how I behave, so mimic me very much," Clara said. I sighed heavily. "This is too risky. What if Jace finds out and locks me up? What do I tell him? You have to explain to him so we don't kiss or even think of me as you. I don't like your fiancé, and I cannot stand in for you. I am sorry." I wanted to end the call with my sister, but she begged me, "Please, Celine. I am begging you. If you don't help me out, then we are no longer sisters." "Clara!" I was tongue-tied. This was her usual threat. "I don't think I can do this," I said, and she threatened, already sobbing over the phone, "Then do not call me again." The phone call ended. I looked at my parents' worried faces, most especially my father's face that was filled with dread. "Celine, you have to stand in for Clara. If the Augustus family finds out your sister is missing, then we are doomed," my father begged me. He even went as far as kneeling down. I guessed this was the price I had to pay for being born as a twin. My twin sister used me for most of her silly business and sent me to cover up for her with threats of disowning me. Now it was her wedding. "Fine. I will try to do this, but I hope Jace Augustus doesn't find out. If he does, I won't go down alone," I warned my parents, and they shivered. "No one will know. You will learn to smile and act like Clara until she is back. Besides, this isn't your first time taking her place," my mother said, making me sigh heavily. "Fine. I will give it a try. You guys should excuse me. Let me get some sleep. This is past midnight," I told my parents. They smiled and wished me goodnight before leaving my doorway. I shut the door and muttered, "I hope I can do this." I went to my bed to sleep, but dread filled my heart.